The Sunken Cafe
The common room of the Sunken Cafe is warm, with low wooden beams, a crackling fireplace, and
the aroma of ale and pipe-weed. Round tables are scattered throughout, where locals gather to share
news. Behind the bar, brass taps gleam and tankards hang in rows. The innkeeper,
a fellow with rosy cheeks, hums as he polishes glasses.
On one of the tables, Nani spots an ale mug with foam still clinging to its rim. While Nani doesn't take the mug, he appreciates the hospitality of this establishment.
The innkeeper nods as Nani passes through, continuing his quest to find Sara. Nani heads eastward toward Pebblebrook Crossing.
On one of the tables, Nani spots an ale mug with foam still clinging to its rim. While Nani doesn't take the mug, he appreciates the hospitality of this establishment.
The innkeeper nods as Nani passes through, continuing his quest to find Sara. Nani heads eastward toward Pebblebrook Crossing.